This giveaway will go on for a few days. Winner will be selected by a panel of three “judges.” It is open to everyone but I ask that it be your experience not one from a movie, friend, or that guy in high school that you always wanted to be like but could not since your parents bought you a VW thing instead of a trans am.

Post a time when you did something you are not proud of. It can be as simple as laughing when a child skinned their knee, rushing to take the last seat on the bus while an old person had to stand, or as bad as illegally downloading music online. The person that is most despicable or humorous will get a care package from me.

Let me preface this by saying, I'm not proud of what I did, and I really learned my lesson from it.

I was probably about 12 or 13 at the time, not too sure since it's been so long ago. I'm much much older now, but back then I was a HUGE card collector, and spent all my money from my allowance, paper route, etc.. on buying packs of cards from my LCS. Now, I'm just starting to get back into the hobby of collecting and have been visiting my LCS quite a bit and buying boxes and did my first case break the other night.

But, back in the day, when I didn't have money to buy cards, I would go to my local walmart w/ my mom, and while she was shopping or whatever, I would go to the card section, and look around, and when no one was looking I would grab a box of cards, walk around walmart for a bit to find an aisle where no one was, and I would take a walmart bag out of my pocket and put the box(es) in the bag and meet up w/ my mom, and act like I had paid for the box.

I did this many times, until one time around the holidays I got real greedy and tried to swipe I think 4 boxes of Bowmans Best baseball (first year for it), and everything was fine until, I walked out of walmart and 2 undercover cops that had been watching me came up to me. I remember dropping the bag and them escorting me back into walmart, and going to get my parents and explain what they caught me doing.

I felt sick to my stomach, and the look from my parents will never leave me no matter how old I am. No charges were pressed, but from that day, I never stole another thing.

Congrats to Walmart for scaring the living hell out of me, and let this be a lesson to everyone. Stealing does not pay.

It's still embarrassing to talk about, and I don't think I've shared that with a lot of people ever.

When I was a teenager I used to shoplift from my place of work which was a newsagents, the thing was I shoplifted porn and because I went to an all boys school I used to sell it there and make an absolute killing, not proud when I look back on it but I know this much, had more money to spend back then lol

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1975 Topps Baseball Base set. (27% complete)Any deals I make you will be shipping to USA, I will be shipping from United Kingdom

Renigged on a huge deal on this site with one of the best buying members on the site

PayPal was already in my account then I refunded the next day and took a bigger offer after I woke up to that bigger offer. At the time all that mattered was the amount extra I was going to be getting.

I have felt the rath of the mob and it has effected selling on this site since. I wish I could take it back but it's way to late for that now. If I could take it all back I would in a heart beat.

***if by some chance I would "win" this contest I would like the package to go to a member in the Service that is currently in either Korea, Japan, or deployed away from his/her family****

Renigged on a huge deal on this site with one of the best buying members on the site

PayPal was already in my account then I refunded the next day and took a bigger offer after I woke up to that bigger offer. At the time all that mattered was the amount extra I was going to be getting.

I have felt the rath of the mob and it has effected selling on this site since. I wish I could take it back but it's way to late for that now. If I could take it all back I would in a heart beat.

***if by some chance I would "win" this contest I would like the package to go to a member in the Service that is currently in either Korea, Japan, or deployed away from his/her family****

Hats off to you, Army, took a pair to admit to this!

I'll add one of my own. When I was a kid, my dad and I were big into collecting. He was an assistant manager of a grocery store, and was in charge of ordering non-grocery merchandise for the store. Because we collected, he would order sports cards. When they'd get a shipment in, he and I would weigh the packs on the produce scale to see which ones had the Mickey Mantle Chrome inserts that have that protective plastic coating. The packs were heavier, if only slightly, and 9 times out of 10, the Mantle was in there.

Whenever I read the new packsearcher stories of our favorite Wal-Mart and Target shoppers, I feel a sense of shame set in, but know that was many years ago, at a time before this hobby had game-used and autos.

Back when I was twenty-one, a friend and myself went to a local concert. So Many Dynamos was the band. It was a killer, energetic show. And just our luck? The venue emptied out quick and we ended up talking to a couple of the band members. They were willing to hook us up on merch, but I wanted my %#*# signed and there wasn't a Sharpie anywhere.

My friend took the quest upon himself to ask everyone still around for a signing utensil. Maybe ten minutes pass. He comes back, tells me, "Hey, I found a girl with a marker. But she wants something in return." He laughs as he says this. Well I've had a couple drinks and I'm a curious bastard. I tell him to bring her over. She comes by and on the patented "male attraction scale," I mentally give her a two out of ten. If she was stabbed by BGS, she'd have been given a 2.0 on shape, a 1.5 on face, and a solid 3.0 for pure desperation. So what does this monstrous creature of another, profoundly frightening world want from me in return for this $1.50 Sharpie?

She wants to "make out." For the sake of brevity, I somehow agree to this "deal" straight from the most horrid abyss of the underworld. I walk her down the street. She goes on about her intense mental issues and eventually tells me, "You don't have to do this." The Heavens shined on me, giving me the most direct of outs. How do I respond? I do it anyway because Punishment is my middle name, sandwiched between Youidiot and Whygodwhy. Apparently I'm a "good kisser." Yeah, no &$@%. Thanks for that.

Going forward, the Sharpie is secured. Our albums get signed. Happy days. Crazy Behemoth Woman gets me to watch her drink. Five minutes pass and she's out back having a smoke. I get chewed out for finishing her drink as she expected me to wait fifteen minutes in an empty venue, while she blathered about "how so amazingly awesome that band was!" Another five minutes pass. Now she essentially asks me, through my friend, if there's "anywhere we can have sex tonight." Thankfully, my friend talks me out of it. Me and him end up running down the street, trying to escape before she noticed.

But I already feel bad. I feel like she deserves an excuse or something. We go back. I make up some bull&@$# about further plans with friends. Busy all night. That jazz. She gives up eventually, only after we give her a ride home.

Fast forwarding. I see her at another venue. She wants to "make out." I half lie this time. I tell her about how I'm moving to Santa Cruz soon and "I don't want to get attached to anyone before I move." She's dejected. I feel bad again, but figure it's too much crazy and ugly to deal with in one person. Either trait would have killed the deal for me, but she had both in a powerful way.

I get a MySpace message from a random friend of hers. "You shouldn't have treated Ashley that way! You're a #%&@ing punk!" or something to that effect. Eh? Did I do anything that wrong? Never said I wanted anything from this girl. I don't bother responding.

Flashing forward to our final meeting at yet another concert. "Do I have a stalker," I wonder? She asks if I have my medication on me. She wants some. I lie. "Nope. Sorry!" I have to sever ties completely at this point. She sits at a table in the back. I take a table right in front of the band. She gets the message and doesn't approach me again.

I felt equally horrible and relieved over the situation. Obviously she can't help her looks, but her personality was a complete bust too. Put Paris Hilton in this girl's body? Hell, I would've rather chatted with Paris over the phenomena of dogs inside purses.

Thus is the story - the inside joke that my friends still tease me about six years later - the epic tale of "How Brian was Sold for a Sharpie."

When I was in 9th grade(early 80s), I had a burning desire to hear my 5th grade teacher's voice. So I would call her at home in the evening and not say anything and try to be as quiet as I could as I was.....umm....well....imagining things! I had LOTS of great fun until the local authorities showed up a few weeks later!

I was twelve, and throwing darts in my bedroom. My ten year old sister was pestering me, and would not stop, I got madder and madder, until I snapped! I decided to use her as a dart board. 25 years later, and you can still see the scars on her arms and legs (I didn't have very good aim.)

I was twelve, and throwing darts in my bedroom. My ten year old sister was pestering me, and would not stop, I got madder and madder, until I snapped! I decided to use her as a dart board. 25 years later, and you can still see the scars on her arms and legs (I didn't have very good aim.)

wow...good thing your aim stunk

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This giveaway will go on for a few days. Winner will be selected by a panel of three “judges.” It is open to everyone but I ask that it be your experience not one from a movie, friend, or that guy in high school that you always wanted to be like but could not since your parents bought you a VW thing instead of a trans am.

Post a time when you did something you are not proud of. It can be as simple as laughing when a child skinned their knee, rushing to take the last seat on the bus while an old person had to stand, or as bad as illegally downloading music online. The person that is most despicable or humorous will get a care package from me.

I'm not proud of what I did, but kind of proud that I thought of this. Would not do it again if I could go back in time. I had to create a comic book on Word for school. This was right when schools were getting all tech-savvy, but there were still a lot of loopholes in using technology for school. (Example: My email wasn't working for some reason, IDK why, I'm not very good with computers, so I couldn't open the file and do my homework. Nowadays, that's clearly BS) It was the night before it was due and I had barely started. Instead of owning up to the work and finishing it, I loaded up the document with as many pictures as I could, so that saving it would take a couple seconds. I proceeded to force my computer to shut down right in the middle of the save. I corrupted the file. The next day, I showed my teacher and even the school's IT tech guy, and both thought I was unlucky and my hard work had been destroyed. I was given another week, and only had to write the story, not create the comic. I still feel bad about it to this day.

when I was around 14, my friends and I were walking around in the deep wooded country in Mississippi and had the idea to tie a really thick horsehair rope across a road, tying it to a tree on each side. We put it right on the other side of a curve so the car wouldn't have time to avoid hitting it.

Then we hid in the woods and waited for a car to come by. This car hit the rope and it caused some serious damage to the front end and bumper.

I remember the guy getting out of his car and running into the woods screaming at us and saying he knew we were there. We just hid until he went away.